The Fall Of Numenor Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

Renriel did not care about the answer he would receive and much less about how it would unfold -all he wanted at that time was to see how far Kalias and Aynur would go, to see the fallen become a king again and maybe show himself that it was possible. A fallen king could always return to his throne. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

“Ash shall reclaim its name. The heir will kneel where kings refused. One throne. One fall. And the fire beyond choice.” Outside, Emberhold burned in red twilight. Three cities burned beyond it. The Codex pulsed like a heartbeat inside a dying god. And on the balcony, Ceres and Xavier stood hand in hand—unmoving, unwavering—as the prophecy bled into the night. The Eve of Collapse had begun.

"I think I have found something, which will help us move forward." She picked up another book which she had brought from the shelves, but it was definitely not anything the mortal lands had ever seen. The gold cover of the book was encrusted with precious stones, and the pages were as soft as feathers, and as white as a dove. Aelanor was sure it was surely dove feathers pressed in the form of pages. Nimuel picked them up softly with her fingers, and turned a few pages. "It says here that the elven lands stretch for a few empires, due West, where The Realm of the Shadows starts" she looked up.

The burning city flashed again—closer this time. The temple crumbled before her eyes. And for the first time, the figure’s expression shifted. "You cannot unmake what is already broken." A chill ran down her spine. Cassian stepped forward. "Then what do we do?" The figure studied them for a long moment. Then, he whispered, "You run." And the world collapsed. The Descent Into Chaos Lena’s body lurched downward. She fell—through the void, through the endless dark—until suddenly, her body hit solid ground.

Will King William ever be brought down? This Is the End of book 1**

*Chapter 69: The Fall of Bloodpeak* *Word count*: ∼1730 words. Bloodpeak didn’t fall in a day. It fell in an hour. The night before, Silvermaw’s riders took the western ridge. Blackthorn’s wolves moved through the eastern passes like smoke. No horns. No banners. Just twenty years of silence breaking all at once. Elena stood on the overlook at dawn, looking down at Korr’s stronghold. Stone walls, black banners, smoke from a hundred fires. It should have looked strong.

​The sensation of the absolute drop did not feel like a physical descent; it felt like the total eradication of the margins. ​When Lord Garrett’s beam of sterile white ink severed the final chain-link holding the lift platform, the world did not tilt, it dissolved. The heavy, three-ton iron plate beneath Elara’s feet vanished into a blinding, weightless white-out as it plummeted into the volcanic abyss. The roaring sulfur-steam, the crumbling granite walls of the mountain’s root, and the distant, agonizing echoes of Caspian’s battle high above were instantly cut off. The environment had been scrubbed. It was the exact, terrifying realization of the Non-Proliferation Edict: a localized void w

⸻ 🌙 The Future The memory continued. ⸻ Nyra standing alone beside the ocean. 🌊 ⸻ Holding a silver book. 📖 ⸻ Inside the book… She saw the future. ⸻ Not one future. ⸻ Every future. ⸻ Millions. ⸻ Billions. ⸻ Trillions. ⸻ And every single one ended the same way. ⸻ Reality died. 💀 ⸻ The dream ended. ⸻ Everything vanished.